The sound of hooves echoed from the distance, growing louder with every beat until it filled the morning air. Sir Caidric rode at the front, Alaric and Edmund mounted with him, while Rowenne followed close behind on her own horse. Their pace slowed as they approached the Umbral Gate, the great passage carved into the towering walls that encircled all of Eryndral. Once beyond, the open road stretched endlessly before them.
Caidric dismounted with a fluid motion and approached Rowenne.
“Are you certain you do not need someone to accompany you? The road to Myrridral is long and desolate. It hides dangers even the earth cannot show.”
Rowenne steadied her reins and gave a faint smile.
“I do not think the road will swallow us up.”
“It is not the road I fear,” Caidric countered
